Paths could have crossed.
Since hearing the news of her death, more than a month has passed. It could be time to regain normalcy.
However, Eun-chae happened to be at the mansion.
It’s unavoidable. Life is a series of variables and choices. Rather than something romantic like chance, isn’t it better if there’s some connection? That rational doubt arose.
There was no other way.
When trying to know her, he even felt the impurities spread across that bank.
Only when they became one, did he realize that the connection had been there from the beginning. Like a phenomenon that couldn’t be explained unless they were one body.
However.
It was arrogance.
The reason was right in front of him.
Eun-chae stood barefoot with a vacant expression. Her entire body was already soaked in the falling rain. It was unclear how long she had been like that.
She often had an empty look on her face. But this time, there was nothing. Yes. There was no other way to describe it.
At that moment, Ki-joo felt a heavy sensation on the back of his head.
Even if she doesn’t give herself to anyone, she is actually struggling with loneliness. She pretends to act as if she has lost everything but doesn’t want to lose everything, struggles desperately while pretending to be strong, but to Ki-joo, her vulnerability hidden within didn’t go unnoticed.
But Ki-joo knows. No matter how fragile she is, she would not have collapsed ultimately due to her innate dignity. The reason he was impatient was actually because of that point.
That woman, the woman he thought would never collapse.
Collapsed.
Her eyes, which were as transparent as glass beads, were lifeless and ashen. Even when their eyes met, she cried with a bitter smile as if thinking it was an illusion.
Perhaps autumn was approaching. The weather was cold. The woman sporadically shivered her dry shoulders.
Ki-joo murmured under his breath.
What have I done?
I did something unspeakable to that woman.
The thought burned in his heart like a heated knife.
When he shifted his steps, it was when he realized that the liquid flowing down Eun-chae’s face was tears, not raindrops.
Ki-joo quietly approached her. The handle of the umbrella he was holding slipped out of his hand. Time passed slowly.
Splish-splash, embracing her lightly trembling body as raindrops fell, Ki-joo listened to the sound of hurriedly swallowed breaths resonating in his chest. In that way, the lips involuntarily parted at the rhythm of Eun-chae’s breathing.
“It’s too late.”
“…….”
“I’m sorry.”
Sorry. Sorry. At the repeated words, Eun-chae’s shoulders stopped for a moment. Soon, her slowly rising gaze collided messily.
“Mr. Ki-joo…?”
It was Kwon Ki-joo, who had not appeared even when she pretended to drown in the sea. If this isn’t a dream, what on earth is it? Eun-chae reached out her slender hand and gently touched the man’s cheek.
Envious and warm.
The moment she felt the familiar body temperature, the man blinked his eyes above his eyebrows.
Ah. Eun-chae opened her mouth and sighed, covering her face with both hands. A whimpering, sob-like cry burst out.
It’s Kwon Ki-joo. Really, it’s Kwon Ki-joo.
I couldn’t think of anything. That thing I longed for happened. I barely breathed, feeling suffocated.
“Uh, kkh……”
Eun-chae, who had stepped back, pushed Ki-joo’s chest with a trembling fist and hit him.
The painful thing was my palm pressing hard with my nails. When she turned around crying, Ki-joo, who had been taking everything without a word, grabbed her arm and turned her around.
He pushed her away again, and this time, he held her shoulders and turned her around, hugging her to his chest.
“I… ”
“…”
“I.”
Repeating the same words without finishing, he swallowed a deep sigh and covered Eun-chae’s cheeks with his palms.
The touching of wet lips happened in an instant. Between lips that moved hesitantly, tender breaths passed. Embracing her and hearing the sobbing sound, Eun-chae finally felt a sense of relief when everything was swallowed up by him.
The injustice when he thought he had done something crazy, resentment about why he came back only now. There was no room for such things to take precedence.
You should have come back. It would have been enough if you were the real Kwon Ki-joo.
She muttered countless times, holding onto his clothes as if hanging on a cliff to prevent herself from falling.
Even though she knew it was real, it felt like it would disappear if she closed her eyes. Standing with weakened legs like that, Eun-chae’s foot lifted off the ground as Ki-joo lifted her into his arms.
Taking Eun-chae into the house while holding her, Ki-joo sat her on the sofa, turning on only one light.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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